I looked over the edge of the railings and back at the library, catching the stare of one pony in particular. I seized the opportunity as I mouthed my final words to her.

‘Tree house’

I finished my note and read it over. It was fine. A few spelling mistakes but fine. I wish I could change everything. I made the worst impression because of my paranoia and mistakes. I shed a single tear which stained the note book, being too depressed to read the last few lines I’d written. I left the note visible under a rock that I used as a paperweight.  

Then I jumped.

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He was looking at me. Why me? Was I the only pony looking at him? Hadn’t any pony else noticed him? For that matter, why was he out there? He smiled, calm with a hint of cunning, and looked away. He lay down and continued to write on some paper.

Dismissing the ideas running through my head, I turned to join in on the conversation us ponies were having, only to have Applejack ask what I was looking at. I explained that Lunar was out there only to glance back and see nothing but some paper fluttering in the wind, trapped under a rock.

‘Never mind, AJ. I must be hallucinating. But where is Lunar, anyway?’ I questioned. I knew I wasn’t hallucinating but I didn’t need Applejack thinking something was wrong. Whenever that pony gets involved in my business, something always goes wrong. I looked back at the balcony and saw that same piece of parchment flapping in the wind.

Thinking about it, it wasn’t there before he left. Was that what he was writing on? I wondered what he’d written. It was possibly the thickest notebook I’d even seen. Not even Twilight took that many notes.  Never mind, it was probably some stupid diary. Still, I could use a good laugh. Especially if it was at his expense. We didn’t get along. He was too paranoid for me. He’s a bit of a klutz too. Although, he wasn’t as bad as Ditzy. But I since he saved my life, I’ve felt some sort of guilt. Some moral contraction to make sure he’s alright. Ugh, I hate feeling guilty.

I had to excuse myself, considering I was still technically in conversation with my friends. I trotted over to the balcony. And l immediately saw that he had indeed written on a fairly large portion of the paper. He seriously couldn’t have written that much the few minutes he was out of sight. It took Spike minutes to write one letter to the Princess. And he didn’t think I could read all that without falling asleep. I’d fallen asleep every time I’d read the largest Daring Do novels. I did like the Do’s escape in that one especially. She’d made everyone think she’d died, and left only her note book behind. And in it was a note to her friend. She let her know she was okay as not to worry her. I doubt Lunar knew about the novel.

I picked up the note book. It was definitely thicker and heavier than the Daring Do novel. Hopefully this would answer all the questions Twilight would ask him. Like, why did he leave? We could have helped him; he seemed so helpless and alone. Maybe he needed a friend. If only we could have understood him from the beginning. Maybe he wouldn’t have left. Maybe I made him leave. I chased him, scared him, intimidated him and even get revenge on him for spitting water in my face, even if he did it by accident. I felt guiltier than when I’d tricked Spike into a fit of hiccups.

Dear friends,

I wished I’d have gotten to tell you this sooner but I loved every minute I spent running from every pony and fearing for my life.

I skipped ahead. I wasn’t going to read his life story. He was boring enough as it was. Until I noticed a single piece of writing addressed to me, alone.

Dashie, if you read this before your friends. Don’t show them this notebook until they’ve realised I’ve gone. It would only be a burden. I know we didn’t get off to the best of starts but I’ll see you around. We only ever saw eye to eye once. And not under the circumstances I’d have liked to. Meet me tomorrow at 8pm by the tree house behind AJ’s orchard. As for why, I reckon opposites could attract.

‘Whatcha got there?’ Pinkie had walked over, and was trying to look over my shoulder to sneak a glimpse at the note.

‘Nothing. Just something I need to do.' Maybe he had read the novel...

Author's Note

Thanks for Reading, feel free to critic. I know I could use it. It's such a bad story. It has way too many errors and gramitical mistakes. I'll correct them when I get the chance.

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